Sunday, December 16, 2012

Drinking Time



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it's drinking time not thinking time
the day time is over

Monday, November 19, 2012

yardserv


my friend Fred (h-bomb.nl) made this. awesome.














Wednesday, November 7, 2012

never the machine forever :: chapter 18

first paragraph of chapter eighteen of the book i'm prolly never gonna write:

there have been many before us
and there will come many after us
i realized frying an egg. poored myself another drink.
i've waited long enough i said
put some pants on she said and dont forget to get milk
i pooped a little and went.

outside i was blinded by the light. i cursed the sun.
an old man holding an umbrella heard me and said
you smell like a fart and you shouldn't curse the sun boy.
many have done so before you and they got what the deserved.
i said: oh yeah? i paused and continued:
hey man fuck you seriously.
unicorns.
julian assange is a marter.
dude.. what?!

i was drunk. cheap wine. a little whiskey. coke maybe.
clearly unable to form a real sentence.
he wept as i ran away.

at the 7/11 that mexican asshole behind the counter welcomed me with a smile.
he said: hey hello.
i said: he...

nothing because right then the sun exploded.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

roadtrip to sziget with capeman

(v1.4)

dames en heren, jongens en meisjes, peeholes en pisrods. ik presenteer hier mijn kant van het verhaal.


Thursday, June 7, 2012

Monday, April 23, 2012

record store day with capeman


mr ayala's epic blog post

10:30
ik word bruut wakker gemaakt door Ymer (gitarist).
ik lig in feutus houding op zijn bank badend in zweet en tranen.
het was een lange nacht en ik heb denk ik maar 3 a 4 uur geslapen.
we hadden een epische jam sessie gezet in Melody Line tot laat.
er is geen tijd voor koffie. we moeten gaan. terug naar Melody Line. thuis basis van de band.